This is something from me:-
As I sit here alone,
Disappearing into the background,
So quietly, I groan.No-one would even know that I was around.
My ears hurt,
My hands ache.
As I listen, covered in dirt…
To the noise my parents make.
Maybe, I should shout, “BE QUIET!” or “STOP!”
But the words won’t come out.
When my ears begin to popo
And my lips start to pout.
I feel like I want to run…
But my whole body has frozen…
I wish this argument had never begun…
It wasn’t the path I would have chosen.
When will this end?
I can’t take it anymore!
It’s driving me round the bend,
As I curl up, in a ball…on the floor…